Role

Chapter 8

Years have passed since Commander Zergul fell and in that time the Village
has waned. The Drillmaster Quamlu, whilst an excellent Drillmaster, refuses
to step into the role as Commander.

Many speak with Tahren, but few are allowed to pass the massive giant. Of
those who have huts, most have retired from battle or succumb to it. The
Village is quiet, no clash of training, no roar of laughter or drunken
ballards.

Outside the gates, war is brewing and Zah can see it. The Fortress walls
bulge with Magi, a Mummy sits atop the Spire and the Empire's blades
frequently come knocking. War will come and the Village is not ready.

Zah never considered himself a leader. Strong, powerful and willing to die in
his pursuit of the destruction of magic, a soldier not a leader, but
something must be done. Someone must step up.

So it was Zah found himself before the Destructor, with so few left to
participate in the Rites, Zah offered himself as leader. He promised to open
up the Village gates, to embrace the worthy applicants still enduring their
long trial. To fill the empty huts with desperately needed Scouts and
Defenders. To train the men, bring them to best in preparation for the war to
come. Zah too would seek out a Skjald. To bring music and life back to the
Village, to write stories of their heroics and sing of those fallen.

Finally, when the Village was strong once again, Zah would call upon the
Rites and find their true leader, through the rite of blood, as it should be.

DISCLAIMER: I am Australian with limited time to play. Apart from weekends,
it may be unfair for many applicants to find me (I would understand if this
was why you didn't choose me). If you do accept me as Commander I would
please ask your support in inducting those I cannot meet. Thank you.